The Drawing of the Three

Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common....

Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.

We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.

For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain and asked why, this is the answer. Our lives are like these things I build. Sometimes they fall down for a reason, sometimes they fall down for no reason at all.

Roland could not understand why anyone would want cocaine or any other illegal drug, for that matter, in a world where such a powerful one as sugar was so plentiful and cheap.

There had never been a shortage of fools in the world

Where you think I’m goan?’ ‘Well,’ Eddie said, ‘what was behind Door Number One wasn’t so hot, and what was behind Door Number Two was even worse, so now, instead of quitting like sane people, we’re going to go right on ahead and check out Door Number Three. The way things have been going, I think it’s likely to be something like Godzilla or Ghidra the Three-Headed Monster, but I’m an optimist. I’m still hoping for the stainless steel cookware.

Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.

Why do you keep looking back there?" the guy in charge had asked. "From time to time I need an antidote," Eddie said. "From what?" "Your face.

He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.

Because the difference between seeing and not seeing can be the difference between living and dying.

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!

Fault always lies in the same place, my fine babies: with him weak enough to lay blame.

A lawyer's answer...so close to the truth that the truth was able to hide in its shadow.

If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast. To be a beast is perhaps bearable, although the man who has become one will surely pay hell’s own price in the end, but if you should gain your object? What if you should, heartless, storm the Dark Tower and win it? What could you do except degenerate from beast to monster? To gain one’s object as a beast would only be bitterly comic, like giving a magnifying glass to an elephaunt. But to gain one’s object as a monster…To pay hell is one thing. But do you want to own it?

Because you may not love the candy-man, but you do love the candy.

Oh, there were all sorts of things to wonder about, but the truth was simple: here stood this door alone on an endless stretch of beach, and it was for only one of two things: opening or leaving closed.

This is what romance gets you--a noose around your neck and a crazy woman with two guns somewhere behind you.

- The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?' - Yes. - My Imagination. - I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself." - Then you have a small imagination.

I looked at what he built, and to me it explained the stars.

What a paragon of virtue you are, gunslinger!" the man in black laughed.

I want to go to war," Eddie Dean said calmly. "You don't know what you're talking about," Roland said, "but you're going to find out." Eddie nodded. They went to their war.

If you kill what you love, you're damned.

Later, with strange galaxies turning in slow gavotte overhead, neither thought the act of love had ever been so sweet, so full

So for a moment the gunslinger merely stood inside the door, first amazed, then ironically amused. Here he was in a world which struck him dumb with fresh wonders seemingly at every step, a world where carriages flew trough the air and paper seemed as cheap as sand. And the newest wonder was simply that for these people, wonder had run out: here, in a place of miracles, he saw only dull faces and plodding bodies.

The lesson is that you're just an animal in a cage, no more than that, no better than that.